Chapter 70 What is Appropriate and What is Not Appropriate
"You’re following me?" Zheng Nianru puffed out her cheeks as she spoke.
"Is it necessary to follow you? Such a person appearing in the Harem, the stench on you is enough to alert dogs hundreds of miles away. Do you think you were being secretive, that it’s better if others don’t know?" Zheng Congyuan said coldly.
"What do you mean by that?" Zheng Nianru suddenly sensed some emotions in the man’s words, along with a sour taste, a mix of desolation and ridicule repeating endlessly in her heart.
Zheng Nianru felt, felt that the deep affection from her past life suddenly seemed somewhat comical.
"What do I mean? Did you use your brain when you acted, or did you think about saving them just because they made a pitiful noise? Did you consider whether it was appropriate, and who they are, did you think about the consequences?" Zheng Congyuan pulled back a thread of rationality, not knowing the key issue here, acting on impulse without considering the consequences.
Outside the house was completely silent, everyone kept their heads down, in a deathlike stillness, not daring to make a sound.
"So what!" Zheng Nianru simply stopped struggling. She did not consider the consequences, "Zheng Congyuan, is it because they are men, that you think it’s inappropriate?"
"It’s not that I..." meant that.
"What’s appropriate, what’s not, aren’t you clearer about it than me?" Zheng Nianru turned around, quietly staring at Zheng Congyuan in front of her, what was this all about? She had once tried so hard to get close, you didn’t let her; now she wants to let go, and you still don’t let her.
Zheng Nianru took another step closer, only a breeze separating her from Zheng Congyuan, her breathing magnified infinitely. Zheng Congyuan’s breathing faltered, an instinctual awareness made him want to let go, but Zheng Nianru moved faster, wrapping herself around him tirelessly.
"Is this appropriate?" Zheng Nianru’s lips were intensely red, with an incredibly soft texture that pressed against him, provocatively mingled with grievances from two lifetimes, her free hand reaching inside Zheng Congyuan’s clothes.